Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Because I'm a Fuck-up

This poem is featured in Ben Ditmars' chapbook of poetry, Night Poems. Available on Amazon for Kindle and Print.

The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
Because I’m a fuck-up.
It all seems insincere.
I try to back-track.
Can’t convey.
It’s all the truth;
It seems a lie.
Because I’m a fuck-up.
My laugh is hollow;
Echoes off your face,
Retracts, jams down my throat
To choke me as I gasp, you watch,
Considering your next move; to save,
Or let me die.  But you know the latter
Has more solace in the end for me.
Because I’m a fuck-up.


  1. I can relate.

    Good one, man.

  2. aren't we all from time to time? move over and make room for me. :-) xo

  3. Yeah. Scoot over Ben - Marion. Let me be in the middle. We are all Fuck ups!

    What hurts the most is just as you said....seeing the reflection of that fuck up on the face of someone we care about.

  4. LOL no you're not alone, I am here to announce that I am a major fuck up. Ah well... what else is new.

    Awesome poem btw

  5. Well.... it seems you have struck a cord. We all have been and you will never be alone.

  6. LOL! I love how your comments always make me feel so mellow....


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